The Black Hole
{this was written last year (2010) around March}
"Everything we knew, when gone
Creates a void in us.
A void, which I call,
I call, the black hole.
The difference, is just
That this void emits things,
Not just absorb things.
I hate this void.
It makes me think,
'If past was something else?'
I hate the voids, but
They wait for me to be absorbed,
Again and Again."
